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tunamayuuu · 6 months

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ranpo edogawa go

i know this is about asking for my thoughts and hcs but i wanted to draw ranpo from memory so here u go c:

ok so this is coming from a fan who stopped catching up with bsd for like months. so forgive me if i miss details about ranpo, i'm still getting back into bsd

thoughts below the cut

he's a first fav! i got into bsd because i genuinely thought it was a detective solving mystery anime... nevertheless, i found ranpo cute and clever!! i'm usually drawn to the detective types and his straightforward way of going things is so entertaining and admirable for me, who relates more to poe who's more complicated in going about things...

ranpo's interesting to me because while he is confident in his skills and lets it be known to anyone and everyone who comes across him, that confidence is also fragile to me?

we're introduced to this image he's built over the years, but overtime, these pages were the most memorable to me whenever i think of ranpo

his confidence feels so solid until you take a closer look and realize that confidence can't survive without other people to validate this image he built up. it reflects such a common human experience for me and to me, is what humanizes him?

he's so good at what he does! he's skilled and that skill saves his found family plenty of times! as well as many civilians! and he clings on to that accomplishment as his sole identity most of the time

this is not just a fear of what he doesn't know, that second "i don't know" is so personal, as if his identity is shattered because for once, the very thing he's good at can't solve the situation in front of him.

if you ask me, the most intriguing thing about him is how he carries himself, how he carries his identity.

onto hcs!

insane sweet tooth but has times where he's picky on the sweetness level of the dessert he gets

doesn't have textural issues with food, but may struggle with combined flavors in his food ("if it's sweet, it should stay sweet! if it's salty, it should stay salty!" those flavors cannot mix into one food item unless it's savory food)

keeps a comb in his pocket to style his bangs as spiked out looking as possible! probably gets gifted said comb by mushitaro so he can take care of the knots in his hair

does not care about personal space but may feel one way or another about someone suddenly invading his personal space

loves to give oddly specific nicknames to his co-workers at the agency to remember them better

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd ranpo #bsd ranpo edogawa #armed detective agency #bungo stray dogs fanart #bsd fanart #bsd armed detective agency #bsd edogawa rampo #i didn't think i'd type this much but here you go!#cleaning out my inbox #tuna answers

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obsessedwithitall · 27 days

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It's Embarrassing (Eddie Munson x reader) (Part 1)

I woke up this morning with this in my head and have been trying to write it all day. Also, I don't like smoking, I'm just going through a phase. Can you tell I've never smoked? I am the squarest.

Everyone is in their 20s, Eddie and reader have been in a secret relationshipish for a few months. Angst.

There is a part 2 I think. I just need to get the ending right. Feedback is welcome xx

Part 2 is here

***

You pulled your t-shirt over your naked body before you took the cigarette from Eddie, put it to your mouth and immediately started choking on the smoke.

He looked at you with concern. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you coughed, “super.”

“You have smoked before right?”

“Yeah.” You waited a second before shaking your head no. He gestured for you to give it to him and he took a long drag, not choking like you did.

“What?”

“That was hot.” You buried your face in his neck and he began to laugh. You in nothing but your t-shirt, Eddie in nothing but his boxers, yes, you could get used to this.

***

That morning was rushed as you and Eddie got up awfully late and then you had to go home for your uniform. The door to family video was already open when you got there, leaving your car quickly and running into the store.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't worry, I did the morning rush.” You rolled your eyes at Robin. There never was any morning rush.

***

The phone began to ring.

“Family video, how can I help you?”

“I can think of a few ways.”

A very recognisable voice came through the phone and made you drop your customer service demeanour. “Stop.”

“I can't help it. I missed you.”

“Its been like an hour.” You checked around for where Robin had gone but couldn’t find her so assumed she must have gone into the back.

“I'd say nearly 2.”

“An hour and 10 minutes is not nearly 2 hours.”

Eddie replied quieter than before. “2 whole hours I've been thinking about those cute little panties you left on my floor.” You blushed.

“I'm at work, you can't say that.”

“No one can hear though.”

“You should be at work.”

“I am.”

“Are you calling off the garage phone? Eddie, anyone could hear.” You tried to sound annoyed but somehow you weren't as mad as you wanted to be.

“No they won't. Its only me in now, everyone else had having an early lunch.” That relaxed you a little. “Anyway, you coming over again tonight?”

Your faced twisted a little, unsure if you should. “I don't know, I've gotta do laundry and I should probably clean my apartment.”

“I could always come help?”

“I don't know how helpful you’d be.”

“I could always help you with some of your clothes...”

The thought made you scrunch your face and attempt to hide a huge grin.

“Clean or dirt-”

Robin started her way back through the store to you, so you quickly cut him off.

“Thank you for calling madam. Goodbye.” Your voice quick and very dry, you slammed the phone down on the receiver quickly.

“What was that about?”

Hiding your blushed face by looking down you picked up a pile of videos and took them to the back of the store. “Erm... they were asking about Betamax.”

***

It had been a slow day. So slow that it seemed to go on forever. The sun had finally started setting when Eddie and Steve meandered into the store. Neither you nor Robin, who was sat on top of the front counter, greeted them when they came in, to busy staring into space and sucking on lollipops to notice them.

“What is that?”

Robin pushed the round top of her lollipop into your neck, just below your shirt collar.

“Robin, that's gross.” Your neck felt sticky now.

“That is gross. Who did that to you?” her faced pulled into a huge grin.

“Stop.” You pulled your collar down a bit and looked at your reflection in the tall windows. For fuck sake. You’d checked for marks this morning, clearly not well enough.

“Who was it? Did you stop over, oh is that why you were late this morning?”

“I wasn’t late.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“How did I not notice that sooner? Who was it?”

“Its noone.”

“Is it because those bozos are here?”

She eluded to Eddie and Steve hanging around the back of the store.

“No, its-“

Robin yelled across the room, “Munson, Harrington, get out.”

“Why?”

“She won't tell me who’s been attacking her neck because you two won't leave.”

If the ground would swallow you up now that would be wonderful. You could feel your face flushing bright red, and now not only Robin but Steve and Eddie were all staring at the purple stain on your neck. Steve with curiosity, Robin with disgust and Eddie with sick pride.

“I'm not going anywhere. I want to know who our dear friend has been slutty with.” Eddie sang. Why was he doing this to you?

“I'm not being slutty with anybody.”

“Who was it?” Robin asked again.

Then Eddie started with the rapid fired accusations.

“Was it Jason?”

“Ew.”

“Paul?”

“No.”

“Craig?”

“No.”

“Harrington?” Steve looked very confused and shook his head.

“Eddie-“

“Michael?”

“Stop it.”

You’d had enough. Storming away from the front counter you left your 3 friends behind and made a beeline for the employee bathroom, tears threatening to burst from your eyes. Robin pushed herself away from the counter to follow you but Eddie stopped her.

“I went too far. I’ll go.”

***

The bathroom stall door shook as someone knocked on the wood.

“Go away, Robin.”

“Not Robin.”

You opened the door and Eddie was stood far too close, blocking your exit. Pushing him out of the way you threw your hands against the sink to hold yourself up and stared into the mirror.

“I'm sorry, I went too far.”

“You think.”

“Why don't you tell them?”

“I can’t. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“A reputation?”

“And this,” The bruise on your neck seemed to grow under your gaze. Everyone would know. What would your parents say? What would everyone say? Even if you covered it with makeup, Robin and Steve knew so all your friends would know soon. You snapped. “This is embarrassing, Eddie.”

All you heard was the bang of the bathroom door as Eddie stormed out, not saying a word.

***

You knew your car was going to be much warmer than any welcome you got from Eddie but you hadn’t seen him in a week, so you needed to talk to him.

Wayne answered the door and your heart sank.

“Hey, sweetheart. He’s not here.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you. When he comes back, can you... ask him to call me? He’s got my number and everything so...”

You stepped back on the porch slightly, before thinking again.

“And if he’s needs to um, I know your line isn’t always good, so if he's got to use the phone down the street, can you give him these?”

You placed at least 2 dollars worth of quarters in Wayne’s hand and smiled a tight-lipped sad smile at him. He nodded and showed you the same.

Wayne watched you get into your car and drive off before he shut the door. Eddie stood in the kitchen pulling at his lip.

“You going to call her or what?”

***

Part 2 is here

Any feedback is welcome and encouraged. Thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜

[I only watched the first 7 episodes of season one of Stranger Things so I'm sorry if it feels wrong. I will not be watching anymore]

#eddie munson #angst #secret relationship #love bites #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #fluff #i wrote this #its embarrassing

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hajihiko · 1 year

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What did you make of DR3's explanation for how the characters became Despairs?

I dont like it. Here's a re-write i was thinking about

Ok note: this is what would have made the School Life thing more enjoyable TO ME. Not gonna fit for everyone obvi

Ok first of all. Junko loses most of her potential if you take away her being sneaky and manipulative, which we barely even got to see in the games, so I want that in ACTION.

Second of all, this takes time. More than just like a single moment of anime hypnotism. Junko was definitely working her suckers for at least a year. I dont know how that reflects on the timeline and I dont super care

Chisa's class is full of chaos, these are some of the rowdiest students you'll find. They have potential for getting along, but they're also Very Troubled, and Chisa is a kind soul who tries to help them out with various issues. Actual attention paid to these kids being, like, KIDS, but also having some major red flags in their backgrounds that could escalate out of control very fast.

Among others, she tries to get Chiaki to come out of her shell and interact with the others more. This is hard, because Chiaki is not exactly receptive to it at first, but theres a little bit of unity between all the students anyway and they slowly start becoming friends. Chiaki uses this friendship guidance to befriend a lonely boy who often stares longingly at the school, whom she's noticed by silently sticking to the background when he's around. This will come in handy later.

Until, certain students start hanging out with their junior of 1 year, who always seems to be kind of slinking around and hanging with at least one student a day. Chiaki notices this because a) shes very quiet and mostly goes unnoticed when she's in the background, and b) she only needs half her attention span to play games anyway.

The people Junko hangs around get noticeably worse, though not necessarily more divided; just sort of 10 steps backwards for every 1 step Chisa helped them take. The rude and mean ones stop trying to be kinder, the shy and meek ones retreat even more, etc. Chisa is at a complete loss with this, but Chiaki confides in her that it might be the new student making trouble. Chisa takes over, and encourages Chiaki to keep trying to make friends with the others, which Chiaki does.

(Mahiru gets scared into telling no one what happened / what she suspects happened in Natsumi's murder, and gets rid of the evidence, as advised. The evidence she throws away gets mailed to Fuyuhiko, who is encouraged to avenge his sister. Guess who orchestrated all that?)

Chiaki does not fall into Junko's claws, because she's quiet and unobtrusive and, importantly, less desperate for what Junko can give her than the rest is. Chiaki does, after all, have her teacher who took the reigns and told Chiaki to grab her own oxygen mask first, and her Lonely Boy to confide in, and whenever she starts to lose herself, he gently reminds her to stand firm. That's right, the secret weapon was the friends we made along the way, just like in the ending.

(Hajime is probably just doing things more or less like in the anime, maybe listens to Chiaki's growing worries about her semi-friends, shits getting fucked and the only conceivable way Hajime can help is by agreeing to be a lab rat obviously what else. Biggest downfall is wanting to be there for Chiaki, but not letting her be there for him in return. Because inferiority complex.)

Chisa goes to confront this troubled mystery girl; Junko catches her too and starts working her nasty magic- for example, did you know two of your students were a part of a murder? Aren't you supposed to be guiding them? Do you know what's really happening in this school? Do you wanna see the human experimentation they just started? Did you know your best friend is in love with your crush and you can't confide in either of them anymore actually? Etc.

Chiaki is all alone now. When she finally DOES confront Junko, once the whole class along with the teacher has been sort of indoctrinated and her Lonely Boy has ditched her and she's feeling a bit brave because of it all), Junko kills her horribly in front of everyone as they do nothing. Not because they were hypnotized, but because they choose to. This is what really marks the point of no return for them. Chiaki was a quiet and harmless and mostly very nice girl, and her death was pointless, and they were a part of it, and they got away with it.

Instead of being a practically perfect student council president, Chiaki has more of an NPC theme, falling into the background more but also being honest and nice and willing to work with people. Then later, obviously, she really is an NPC and repeats the process, but this time she manages to save her boy and therefore her class.

(I'm not opposed to Chiaki being JUST an AI and never a part of the class at all, but I havent thought about it as much so idk any good points)

Hajime retains the same themes, but gets to be more of a juxtaposition of Junko, sneaking into everyone's hearts by befriending them and helping them move forward instead of backwards. He wins with the power of friendship and all that jazz.

Everyone else gets way more accountability to take. No hypnotism or brain poking, just digging into the worst parts of themselves and then indulging them entirely (with the help of Ultimate Charismatic Cult Leader Junko). I think the most interesting thing about this whole narrative could be that Anyone is capable of intense cruelty, and Anyone can choose to be a better person moving forward.

anyway in my mind that's what happened differently.

#Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday #Talky Talky #I hope I wont reread this and find it makes no sense but eh

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andromeda612 · 9 months

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SSKK Parallels I want to see, please qwq Asagiri, I'm begging you

Ok so I need to cope from not only the angst of the last episodes of the anime, but also the fact Bones onces again robbed us from important SSKK scenes qwq

So, I'm part of the people that believe the vampirism can be reversed and that Akutagawa will live thanks to that.

So, one thing that I really want to see in the future of the manga but know it probably won't happen (but who knows, only Asagiri) is a parallel to this part.

We know the reasons they failed was because of two things, one they didn't trusted each other so they didn't used the strategy Fukuchi himself said would have been his defeat, and we can't blame them for not trusting each other like that, not with their story and while Akutagawa seemed to trust their efforts and maybe even Atsushi, Atsushi here is the one with the most reasons to not trust Akutagawa and he still did a bit during their final attack, and even then they were not ready for this level of trust, not like their predecessors, SKK despised each other but still trusted each other with their lives on the battle field, they however had years to build up that trust for having to work together on the same organization, I think given SSKK circumstances the fact they managed to last that long and briefly success says a lot of their potential, they simply were not ready for this battle. The second reason was Fukuchi's sword, a powerful weapon neither of them was counting on, paired with Fukuchi himself who is an already hard to beat opponent on his own.

That being said, this is something they both could learn from, both of them have questions and thoughts regarding this, about the fact Akutagawa saved Atsushi so it also allows window for them to learn from each other and themselves in the case they can turn Akutagawa back to normal, and if they do this would open a frame time for them to talk this stuff out, to grown a bit and reach a point when they can trust each other even if it's only for this mission, and I believe that having Ranpo and maybe even Dazai on board, coming up with a plan, even in the middle of the end (given chapter 109's ending qwq) is possible to come up with a plan to secure victory.

So picture this, Akutagawa is reversed from the vampirization and is now back in the game on their side, staying with them as they are the only ones left capable of stopping Fukuchi. The plan is ready and SSKK are tasked to fight Fukuchi again, to deal the final blow to him, just them. They nod determined to not fail this time, but then another character makes the question.

"But... with just the two of them?"

At this both Akutagawa and Atsushi look at each other, they lock eyes in a way that make it seem they are talking through their shared look, and then their eyes gain a determined shine to them, their faces show their conviction, they nod to each other, and maybe even smirk in Akutagawa's case and grin in Atsushi's. Then Atsushi, still grinning, looks at the character who asked and says with conviction and security.

"Do we need more than that?"

And they go to the final battle in this war.

Don't tell me this wouldn't be such a good parallel to have, especially because it would reflect the evolution of their relationship, which I think already started developing when they made their six months deal, their relationship is far from fully developed, they still have a long path ahead (which is why I don't think Akutagawa will truly die even after the vampirism is reversed) but this would mark a point in their character arcs and dynamic with each other, it would be a reference point about how their relationship has grown.

But well, I'm juts a fan, a fan coping with what's happening in both the anime and the manga and who just wants the characters to succeed.

Thank you for reading my rant/wish/delusions

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #shin soukoku #sskk #bsd sskk #skk #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd manga #bsd anime #fan rant

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noemitenshi · 10 months

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What I'd love to see in S8B

It seems the version I favored first regarding Troy's return, namely Troy being just a manifestation of Madison's guilt is not gonna play out, at all. Which I'm kinda sad about but it was never a very likely outcome [not saying that what I'm talking about here is any more likely haha].

Now, I heard some rumors, about how Troy coming back may play out (I feel like there's no question anymore whether Troy is returning) and the one that wouldn't let me go is [under the cut because of potential spoilers. maybe. who knows]

him having a daughter. Now, no idea how likely that is. But assuming that is happening - and I have to admit I had very mixed feelings when I first heard that which maybe has to do with the fact that I'm one of the few people who mostly don't like storylines with kids (like, I was no fan of squirrel at all in Cursed 🙈). I also worried whether they would change Troy's character because of the daughter and he becomes unrecognizable (also because we are missing how he went from end of s3, where he was still learning who he was to ... well whoever he is in s8. Missed opportunity).

Ok putting all that aside, if he has a daughter, how fun would it be though if he teamed up with Madison to save his daughter and possibly starting their manipulative game again, probably with him now holding things over her head (things is her having intended to kill him, I'm sure he can play perfectly into her guilt there) - a reflection of s3 but now it's him trying to save his kid, doing everything for her. ["You love him more than your own life?" he'd asked Madison in s3ep1 with this note of surprise in his tone. He totally gets it now and very likely will use this, the fact that he's a parent now, to get her to cooperate too. Pulling out alll the stops.] A distorted reflection.

I think they'll manage to get the daughter (introducing her just to kill her off seems wasteful to me but who knows) and then I would absolutely love it if Troy ends up mirroring Madison's actions to the end - killing her in order to keep his kid safe. And Madison seeing that intent, accepting her fate just seconds before (my personal headcanon *is* that Madison harbors a lot of guilt for how she did things so it's even kind of cathartic maybe for her, to die so she can't hurt any more kids (but I also have to admit I haven't really watched Madison's arc beyond s3 so I may be off here)).

OR, alternatively they manage to get his daughter back, and do part ways now in a mutual understanding and forgiveness (something Troy had tried to get/give in s3 but Madison hadn't been ready for that), some of Madison's guilt will even be lifted, she'll feel some sense of accomplishment/peace. And then it's revealed (don't ask me how haha I'd have to think on that) that Troy isn't actually the father of his supposed daughter but a kid he stole from her parents

[maybe her parents nursed him back to health, maybe there were some cute bonding scenes between Troy and her, maybe her parents were acting strict or something towards her and Troy, with his own childhood trauma saw it as them mistreating her, maybe he overreacted then as he decided 'not again, I won't let this happen again' and took her, maybe she cried the first few weeks while he told her her parents died in a zombie attack, maybe they are in a good place now - though it would also be fun if it's not all good],

and in fact, Madison should have killed him this time (or at least not have allowed him to leave). I do like tragedy of it, how she had killed him in s3 to save Nick (which wasn't necessary at all) and now that she let him go she feels again like she made the wrong choice, damned this kid.

Anyway guess I'm slightly looking forward to s8b after all 😂

#troy otto #madison clark #ftwd #fear the walking dead #season 8 #how things could play out #they probably won't #still #one can dream #what is your prediction #or what would you like to see #those two things don't have to overlap

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masschase · 10 months

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Here's my OTP playlist again with full explanations of each song.

Bitch with a Keyboard, Asshole With a Gun: Matt and Casey's Journey

There is mention of nsfw stuff but I've kept it pretty vague tbh.

Wicked Game (Chris Isaak): I used the original of this because I already have a HIM song on this playlist. Still considering switching to the Stone Sour version. I know it's probably a cliché choice. But I felt like I needed a starter if this was going to be a cohesive journey. From Matt's side this reflects the fact Casey both spared his life and saved him from the simulation first. For Casey it represents that moment a couple of weeks into being on the ship when they've just had sex and they're just joking around together. She looks into his eyes and as I've said before, she sees a dangerous potential there and realises they just can't do this again. She has important world-saving shit to do and she can't just go falling in love with anyone. So she rambles out the rule about not sleeping with anyone on the ship more than once, and she sticks to it when more of her friends come aboard. Thing is, once those months have passed, everyone's like oh yeah, we all had that one time with the Boss, and doesn't think much of it. Matt is probably the only one who still thinks about that rule a lot, for obvious reasons. He has no idea he's the reason it exists.

Secretly (Skunk Anansie): This is really representative of the kind of mid-portion of their friendship before romantic feelings develop. When Matt in particular is trying his best *not* to be attracted to her (by the way the scene with him and Johnny regarding this is one of my favourite things ever ever ever I love their bond) but Casey keeps absent-mindedly telling him shit about how much she'd like to be pinned to the bed by a dirty talking Austen hero type and that sort of thing. 😅 Also kind of works from the opposite perspective. Matt wants to be with Asha so really he should be steering clear of Casey but he just... doesn't manage to. Honestly when I said a while ago I worry I portray Matt as a bit of a dick, it's this sort of thing I mean 😅

Dreaming Of You (The Coral): This could be an innocent enough song but thanks to Scrubs I associate it heavily with sex, plus with the kind of tempo it has... I tie it together with the feverish results of the interactions I mentioned in connection with the previous song. I don't know what the correct term is for "a captain and lieutenant listening to each other erm.... enjoying themselves through a wall and getting encouraged by each others noises" other than "inappropriate".

Right Here In My Arms (HIM): I really associate HIM with Matt; I feel like he has a bigass heartagram belt buckle hidden somewhere in his old flat, haha. Anyway, this is their friendship a little later on. "So hard she's trying, But her heart won't turn to stone" is very very Casey and this whole song is representative of the way she keeps returning to him despite the fact it's inadvertently leading to her falling for him.

Surrender (Billy Talent): I've said before how much the second verse reminds me of them "Even though I know what I'm looking for, She's got a brick wall behind her door, I'd travel time and confess to her, But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger.". It's very representative of both when Matt gets to the pining, unrequited (ok not really) love stage with Casey as well as the whole time travel plot and how that plays out. Also I just want to talk about the line "She wonders why I'm always in a good mood" because like... I constantly think about Casey thinking "Matt's secretly such a sweet funny guy, I wonder why not everyone sees it?" and it's like... he's comfortable around you my dude. He's happy and can be himself. His socially awkward has stopped socially awkwarding and that's why he doesn't need that egotistical facade.

Gunslinger (Avenged Sevenfold): for that period of time they are really missing each other during my fic. It was playing when they were bonding in Camden a year previously and Pierce complains that Casey starts listening to it over and over when Matt is gone. The bit that captures her is "I won't question why so many have died, My prayers have made it through yeah, 'Cause with all these things we do, It don't matter when I'm coming home to you."

Demolition Lovers (My Chemical Romance): This could really be placed higher or lower but it mostly makes me think of if Matt and the younger Casey really did go and do some "Bonnie and Clyde sorta shit" or really did run away together after the party. But it also makes me think of any situation of them running off and dying together. Which happens more often than you'd think.

Gone Too Soon (Simple Plan): Pretty much this whole album (Get Your Heart On) reminds me of the thing between 2022 Matt and 2016 Casey, and the band has links to both of their teen years in my hc. But this is the song they dance to and it has heavy foreshadowing for the next couple of chapters.

Last Dance (The Cure): It plays right after the previous song but they don't get to dance to it in 2016. That's really supposed to symbolise that this is not the end for them. But it sums up so much of the way I see Casey waiting nervously the night they finally get together, and they dance to it that night too. I've said this before but a lot of The Cure songs remind me of them.

Undisclosed Desires (Muse): This to me is very representative of their sexual relationship but also of the fact that even before they are together Matt begins to see more to Casey than the typical perception of her.

Running (No Doubt): This song is so them to me. The fact it's No Doubt makes me think of Casey, the fact it sounds like chiptune makes me think of Matt. The fact they do make this agreement that for the sake of their survival they will run instead of fighting when needed. Matt's surprise that she chose him of all people. Casey's fear that she'll fuck this up somehow. But the fact that they have each other through it all. I'd say it's between this and Last Dance for 'their' song, but I feel like this is the one that they'd think of as their song.

Deathbeds (Bring Me The Horizon): OK, admittedly, I have a load of songs on the longer playlist that could go here (I Will Follow You Into The Dark, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out etc.). But I feel like this one is a really good representative of that feeling of "I strongly believe we might end up dying together but I'm still never going to leave you.".

House on the Hill (The Pretty Reckless): It's a little more sombre than it should be for how I picture their future/endgame but nonetheless a lot of it relates. The way it starts with "Somewhere in the end of all this hate" relating to how they first crossed paths. The fact that what Matt manages to pull off more or less allows them to settle down by hiding/fading away, at least for a while. I'll eventually do a long post on what that entails for those who haven't read my fic but suffice to say it links back to themes from the first game of Aisha's name persisting through her music but her fake death protecting her. Nonetheless, the Saints are going to be forever and the next generation will inevitably get dragged in which is where "Until they drink the wine and they will, they will" comes into it.

Always (Killswitch Engage): I just wanted to end on a more optimistic note and sum up that although they are never going to *quite* have a traditional happily ever after, they will always have each other. Their love is eternal.

❤💜💙

#i never expected to post this and i feel so lame but fuck that feeling i'm not letting it stop me :)#playlist #sr boss: casey clark #matt miller #matty x cass #saints row #saints row boss #otp #spotify

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spicywarl0ck · 10 months

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Hello! I'm FINALLY remembering to send a DADWC prompt! OK, can I ask for Fenris/Male Hawke, number 6: “Nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you and loving you for who you are”

Thank you for the prompt. This one sounds familiar, but I can't remember if I answered this already or not xD So I just wrote it again for @dadrunkwriting <3

“Venhedis.” Another bottle hit the wall, leaving a stain of dark red liquid against the stone. It wasn’t the first one, according to the pattern that slowly began to build on the wall, the glass shards of the bottle laying on the ground beneath it and reflecting the light of the torches.

Fenris must have burned through Danarius' fine wine quicker than he thought.

“Am I disturbing?” Hawke asked with a raised dark brow, amber eyes warm as the fire got reflected within them though.

A pair of large green eyes looked at him, lips pressed into a thin line, and brows arched in surprise. The gauntleted fist flexed momentarily, shoulders easing their tension when he took an almost inaudible breath.

“Hawke.” he tried not to sound surprised or embarrassed, yet… a little note in his voice and a slight flush on the olive-coloured skin told him more than the elf would have most likely wanted him to know.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d come by at this hour.” he coughed slightly, avoiding his gaze for just a second before his posture eased up again. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“If I am honest… I thought there might be something I can do for you.” Garrett answered; Fenris's puzzled expression told him this was not the answer he would have expected.

“You know… finding out your sister is still alive and all of that… it must be overwhelming,” Hawke added, watching the elf's expression darken.

“I am still not sure Hadrianna spoke the truth… She was desperate to save her life.” Fenris's eyes momentarily darted down to his gloved fist, clearly remembering how he drove it through her chest to crush her heart. Yet, there was no joy on his face.

“I just wanted to let you know… I understand why you did it.” Garrett said quietly, knowing better than to touch the spiked and broody elf at the moment, which was why he kept his distance. “She tormented you, right?” he asked softly.

“I really wanted to spare her….” Fenris's voice echoed across the room, fist clenching while he still looked at it, shoulders slumped. “I really did, but… I just… I couldn’t…” he didn’t finish the sentence, his voice heavy with guilt.

“It’s alright.” Hawke was on his feet within a minute, his arm stretching out hesitantly but soothingly. “I understand,” he added, stomach tingling when Fenris looked at him. How had he never come to realise how beautiful his eyes were?

//Oh whoa, slow down, bad timing, Garrett// he told himself in his thoughts, trying not to look too much like an idiot when his lips twitched into a warm smile.

“She… did many horrible things to you when you were still a slave, right? I think it’s only natural that you want your revenge somehow. I know you gave her your word and broke it, but… I also think it shows what kind of man you are feeling guilty about it in the end.”

“How can you stay as calm as that?” The elf asked him in return, dark eyebrows furrowed in thought. “You watched me killing her… how can you still believe I won’t do the same to you?”

“Because you are a good man. And nothing in your past will ever stop me caring about you… and loving you for who you are.”

Hawke spoke those words without realising what he had said initially, only for him to slowly grasp it when he saw Fenris's eyes widen. He had just made a complete idiot out of himself., and there probably was nothing he could do to undo it.

“I.. uh… You know what… Don’t mind me.” Hawke scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I actually just checked on you… and you seem to be fine, throwing your wine bottles…” he added, just before cold metal brushed over his bearded cheek, followed by a pair of soft lips against his.

“Shut up,” Fenris whispered against them before he claimed them in a long kiss, sweeter than anything he would have thought, causing a wave of butterflies to rumble in his chest. “I love you too,” he added softly, his warm body pressing into his and making him feel all content.

#dragon age fanfiction #dragon age #prompt #dadrunkwriting #dadwc #fenris/mhawke #fluff #malehawke/fenris

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crowned-clown-rising · 2 years

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A young girl watches BBC Merlin for the first time in 2022 and shares her thoughts for your entertainment.

This time season 3

Enjoy watching me lose my sanity I guess.

Season 1 | Season 2

• This show in never going to let me know peace ever again, is it?

• I kind of want to see Merlin snap back at Arthur more, because if he doesn't the servant-master trope becomes a nono for me. Like, if they fuck with each other, it sort of brings them to the same level, but if it's only Arthur treating Merling like shit, well... idk doesn't sit right

• Morgana my baby look at you how much you've grown. Yes honey play them all slayy

• About her reunions... 1) this Morgwen divorce is really feeling like a slap in the face they were sO CLOSE AND :c 2) How was Merlin so gullible lol xd 3) Arthur's... I'm really sad for them. I really feel bad for Arthur when he finds out and ugh tHEY COULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TOGETHER

• Is that Lucifer

• Wasn't Morgana super good with the sword how is Merlin even facing her with it?

• The goblin episode is the best one so far I'm laughing sO MUCH. Morgana thinking that Gaius knows about her secret and that Merlin stole her bracelet and in reality it's just a random goblin messing around and slapping the king's head after making him bald.

• OMG I JUST NOTICED HAHAHA in the throne room there is a shield hanged and said shield is one that belongs to my homeplace, Castilla y León, in Spain. And his fact it's even better when you know that in my hometown there is a pub called Camelot

• Is that the woman from Balto AND the herbalist teacher from Harry Potter

• Morgana using Gwen and putting her at risk to kill Arthur just broke my heart. I cannot- Not them. They were in love, your honor 😭

• Arthur: I have to do this alone. No help.

Merlin: Sorry I couldn't hear you. My ears suddenly fell off. Anyway I'm going to check every tabern in this realm in search for even more unrequested help. Ok I just miss Gwaine.

• Why doesn't Merlin tell Gwaine about his magic. He would keep the secret even just out of spite lol and probably high five the boy.

• This is not fair I already love Gwaine so fucking much 🤡 I really hate it here.

• Gwaine bi king??? How can I not stan.

• I need you guys to tell me the exact episode I need to skip so that Gwaine simply stops appearing in scenes and there is no other reason for it, we'll just say he went explore something.

• Is that the timelord from Doctor who

• Is that Queen Victoria from Doctor who

• I can't help it I'm pretty sad that Arthur not only has no idea of everything Merlin does, but he instead thinks he was doing something completely false and irresponsible and– like going to get drunk the day Gwen is getting burnt at the stake. It's SO SAD BC I WOULD BE SO DISSAPPOINTED AT MERLIN FOR NOT HELPING OUT AND Merlin must feel SO bad for not beeing seen and auhdfjalf

• Listen you don't understand just how much I wish Morgana had left Gwen out of their plots. It doesn't even make sense, she loved her so much and Gwen did nothing to her how could she be so eager to see her dead?? I hate it here. Imagine if Morgana was conflicted bc of Gwen? like, she would pursue her path but would try at least not to hurt Gwen, doesn't that make much more sense??

• Arthur and Gwen don't make my little heart flick as much, but they are pretty cute I have to admit it. And Merlin honestly seems happy that the people he loves are happy together.

• Is that Dudley Dursley

• This ep before the finale make me feel good about Merlin and Arthur. Not as a couple, but in reflection of character development and all. And they are awarded by their choices like yes finally.

• Unrelated but the 4 second scene where Merlin is doing chores for Arthur and Arthur is just there vibing and asking for advise/ranting gives such a homey comfy ambient between them that it's so sweet.

• I'm so grateful for Lance to know about Merlin's powers. Like yes finally an ally and a friend who sees him and can confide in 😭🥺 I just wish Gwaine knew too. That man is everything but a snitch.

• Gwaine con el uniforme de caballero guApooo El barrio entero para tii la reina del martes santoo el niño de nUestroS OjoS!

#bbc merlin #merlin #morgana pendragon #pendragon #arthur pendragon #guinevere #guinevere pendragon #morgana #arthur #merthur #morgwen

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Ok but I cant stop thinking about tasm Peter doing 69 with his girl and pushing her head down while eating her good and Rolling his eyes so hard while moaning against her cause her mouth just feels so amazing i-

this had me tripping over my feet ??? like i'm dizzy right now dude 🙈

imagine how fucked out he'd be and how much it would reflect on you and the way he makes you feel ?? like, you feel his tongue just twist inside you and just suck in everything you have to give, gripping your ass so tightly you can already feel the burn of his palm follow you for the days that's will follow.

you both get so dependent on what the other does, the more he feasts on you, the harder you suck him off and you don't know how fucking desperate he is for release. he can feel his tip get so deep in your throat, he's invading your entire body. and he doesn't even know how, but the tip of your tongue just licking his balls and your sift fingers massaging thel nice, he can't get enough.

you let go of his cock to breath and to look at him and you might just cum on the spot when you see how fucked out he looks ?? you're just staring but his girth is caressing your face as he rolls his hips in hope of getting you to pleasure him again. he can't help but be overwhelmed by your pussy and your mouth on him, you know how sensitive he gets you know ? but right now it's probably worst than ever.

he's moaning incoherent shit in your folds which has you going crazy. you swallow his cock once more, letting him fuck your mouth instead, just going absolutely brainless and hornier by the second. he's holding your ass with one hand and forcing himself deeper into you, feeling how wet you get for him treating you like a fleshlight.

he pulls his tongue out of you to kiss your folds and bite your ass, living a mark on your flesh. he's licking your clit and kissing your folds, pressing his lips to your pussy and just moaning profanities against your warm dripping flesh.

"baby... fuck, bunny, pussy so good... a-ah ! taste so fucking sweet bunny... and t-that mouth, fuck... god that mouth... c-could kill a man... fuck, you're doing so good baby... sucking me so g-good... fuck, can't even think straight... pussy's ruining me bunny... my cock's so full, so f-fucking full... needa cum baby, n-needa cum deep in that pretty throat... get your s-stomach full and face all dirty... please baby, lemme c-cum, can't hold it anymore ! can't do it !"

#•° jin replies <3°•#•°sweet people in my inbox°•#tasm!peter parker #tasm fic #tasm peter parker smut #tasm peter parker #tasm smut #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter imagine #spiderman imagine #spiderman smut #female reader #woc reader #black reader

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softshuji · 2 years

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Midnight insecurity/ 5:04 am

Pairing: Baji x reader

warnings: none!

genre: fluff, angst idk?

Baji Keisuke is tired. Not physically no, but in some other way he can't really explain. It's more of a bone-deep ache, a stiffness in his muscles that no amount of exercise, or punching the bag can get rid of. And it's infuriating.

Maybe he's just sleepy, but the thought of laying down and not being able to sleep, tossing and turning on sheets that feel both too hot and too cold gives him unholy amounts of rage. In truth, he's not really sure why he's so on edge today. Maybe it's the exam tomorrow, maybe it's because he hasn't seen you in over a week and he's craving the softness of your hands in his hair, the touch of your fingers on his face, light as a feather, or maybe, just maybe, its because for once he looks down at the scars on his knuckles, the fresh scabs that are only just healing, and doesn't feel the tremor of excitement like he usually does.

Desensitization? Is that the word? That feeling he gets sometimes, where hitting and punching no longer feels... exciting. And in fact, it just makes him numb and cold and hollow. And yeah he won't lie, he relied on that, on the sweet beautiful thrum of adrenaline when he fought. It made up for the lack of other things going on in his life. The fact that he wasn't "smart" or capable of anything else.

After an hour of tossing and turning, he picks up the phone and scrolls till he sees your name, hesitates for a second before hitting dial. The first ring goes unanswered but then he hears the click of the call being picked up.

"Kei?" Your voice is still sluggish with sleep and he mentally curses himself for waking you.

"Shit, sorry baby. I didn't mean to wake you,' he mumbles, half considering putting the phone straight back down, his voice now laced with guilt.

"No, it's ok, I wasn't asleep,' you lie and turn to switch on the bedside lamp beside you. "But it is late. I thought you'd be asleep by now. Is something up?"

Baji doesn't respond immediately but rather sighs, furrowing his brow, wondering how he's going to broach the topic that's been on his mind for days.

"Kei? What is it?" You probe, concerned. It isn't like your boyfriend to be so quiet, and least of all to call in the middle of the night. That's usually you, calling to go out for bubble tea, to hear his voice, to tell him about what you just thought of. Anything. He is, as you always think, the better half of you.

"It's dumb..." he says and you can hear the note of dejection in his voice. Your heart falls.

"Kei, whatever it is, it's not dumb if it's bothering you like this. You don't have to tell me, but I might be able to help. Two heads are better than one right?"

He looks down at his lap, at the cat nestling against his stomach, eyes reflecting the moonlight streaming through the open window. "I'm not sure anymore y/n. I'm not sure who I am."

"What? What do you mean Kei? You're scaring me a bit."

"I'm sorry. It's just... I don't feel like fighting as much anymore. Ever since the other day, it's just not the same." And his voice is so small and quiet you have to strain to hear it.

You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, waiting for him to finish what he's obviously spent a long time thinking about.

"It doesn't even feel exciting anymore y'know? It's like..." he pauses, looking up at the ceiling, searching for the right words. Baji Keisuke has never been good with them. "It's like, I'm there, but it doesn't make me happy anymore. It feels like nothing. And shit scares me because that's all I've ever known or been good at. I ain't smart, I ain't good at nothing else, and you probably won't like me if I stop doing it-"

"Ok let me stop you there Pointdexter," you interrupt, shocked and hurt and worried that he both thinks so little of himself, and assumes you think so little of him.

"First of all," you say pointedly. "Fighting is not all you're good at. You're smart, kind, loving, funny, the most genuine person that I know." And damn it, he's heard you confess before, a million times, but he still can't help the heat blooming in his cheeks now. Crazy how you still have that effect on him huh?

"But-"

"No buts Baji Keisuke," you say, a playful lilt to your voice. "You are the world's best boyfriend, and that shit has nothing to do with the fact that you can fight." Then your voice softens. "Did you think I only love you because you could fight? I love you when you're sleeping, and your hair looks pretty in the light, and when we're studying together and you get that look when you understand something and you're happy. And I love you all the other moments too." To be honest, your own face is aflame at your own words, and maybe its easier to say now, having been together this long. Or maybe its because both of you love each other more than either of you thought humanly possible.

"Even if I'm dumb as hell?" he asks tentatively, swiping a hand on the nape of his neck, as if that'll get rid of the heat creeping along there.

"I will never think you're dumb Kei, because you're not, no matter whether you think it or not." Some part of you shatters and splinters apart, at the thought that he doesn't see himself the way you see him. "I love you Baji Keisuke. I always will."

He takes a shaky breath, his heart so full of love for you that it feels like its too big for his chest.

"I love you too my pretty," and its almost a whisper but for the way his chest feels so airy, as if all the tension has seeped out of his bones. "And thanks, y'know, for waking up and talkin' to me."

"I told you I wasn't asle-"

"Yeah, yeah sure baby whatever you say," he chuckles. "You should get some sleep alright? Goodnight y/n."

"Goodnight Kei." And he hears you blow a kiss through the phone before the soft click as the call ends.

Yeah, maybe it was ok. Maybe everything was ok. Maybe he could just be, and that would be ok too.

He shuffled into bed, his eyes closing immediately, as the dreams as soft as feathers, as soft as your kisses, settled on him for the night.

(reblogs appreciated my loves, let me know if you got a request!)

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev #toman #tokyo manji revengers #baji #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #baji x reader #tr #tokyo revengers baji #kazutora #chifuyu #hals tr ff

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athyathye · 3 years

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Tokyo!Rev characters with a bimbo girlfriend

(Inui, Hanma and Izana)

Warnings ⚠️: the usual curse words and violence but nothing too brutal.

Inui :

Pretty boy with equally pretty girl? Pretty couple.

No like, you both get stared at on the streets pretty frequently.

Though in exchange for being drop-dead gorgeous, you unfortunately have the thinking span of an 8-year old.

There was one moment where Inui had vowed to never forget when he was with you.

Both of you were studying in his room as he showed you how to solve a math problem.

“Y/n….you need to use pi” He pointed at one of the problems.

“Why would I need a pie?” You asked with an incredulous expression on your face.

“No… I mean, what's the value of Pi” He spoke gently as he tried to fight the urge to facepalm.

“....Like 7 dollars I think” You said with your index finger on your chin.

*bang!* He banged his head on the table you both were in front of.

“B-baby- you ok!?” “Fine.”

Sometimes I think he hurts himself when you say dumb sh*t because he has to either stop himself from laughing….or because he lost brain cells….and lost more from the constant hard face palms he gives himself.

He made it a goal to teach you something new each day just because simple things like the sun is considered a star or, some oceans or rivers are blue because they reflect the sky.

Though that probably goes through one ear and out the other.

Though if anyone were to comment about your lack of knowledge Inupi would immediately have a say on that.

“Hey pretty girl, wanna hang with m-” “I wonder what it was like before the world had color.”

The guy who tried to shoot his shot had a confused look on his face. “....Is that supposed to be hypothetical or something?” He asked with a wobbly smile “Huh? Is that a food?..no. Imagine how pretty Audrey Hepburn would be if she had color” You looked up at him with a dreamy smile on your face that made him swoon and forget your earlier statement.

He had a suspicious look on his face as he spoke to you “Say, If we chilled at my house just how they managed to live~” He held a hand out with a sly expression to which you returned with a happy one.

“Really? You know how they lived?? How? You weren’t alive back then!” You spoke too cheerily for your own good.

Though before he could respond with something your boyfriend had come back.

“Ahem” He cleared his throat with an unamused facial expression.

“Babyyy~ This man said if we hang out in his place we could see how Marilyn Monroe ate her sandwiches!” You grabbed a hold of his arm.

He looked at you, then at the man with a glare on his face.

“Taking advantage of girls now are we? How does it feel to have to resort into those kinds of methods just so you could pull someone?” He smiled, but not the friendly one, in fact it looked strained enough to be called a grimace.

The boy just started bowing and eagerly left.

“I can't leave you for one second, huh pretty girl?” He asked you who still had that dumb smile which made him and a lot of people swoon over.

“You can’t, pretty boy~!”

Mans was smitten with you honestly.

Hanma :

If you say stupid things, you will not leave without hearing him laugh at you. In the mocking way.

Speaking of which, This was how your first encounter went.

“Do you cut your hair? Or does it only grow that long?” For someone so stupid you looked incredibly cute right now, looking at him with a pout on your face. Your eyes wide and pretty as you held up both of your hands which formed fists near your face.

“...huh?” He rubbed the inside of his ears.

“You have pretty hair.” You reached up to touch his hair, before getting called by your friends who were looking at you and at each other with worry.

He was curious really, who were you and why did you not know him, but from the looks of it, it seemed like even if you did know him you’d still do the same.

As he looked at you who wobbled your way towards your friends where they began to scold you.

It looked like it happened fairly often so he just shook it off.

Though he met you once more while he was out doing gang-related stuff.

“....Like a pen or something?” “No, a black ballpoint, you know with the black casing that says parker?”

“....Uh huh, well you can have those at my house” He wrapped a hand on your waist as he now tried to forcefully drag you out.

“Woah-” you uttered, you didn’t expect that, and although you were very much an airhead you weren’t dumb enough to go with a guy this forceful.

You were about to ask him to stop touching you when Hanma came in, in full swing.

Hanma smashed a heavy fist on the guy’s face leading him to get knocked out, blood flowing down from his probably broken nose, and at least 3 teeth on the ground next to him.

“You really need to be careful who you speak to.” He said as he looked at you up and down then turned to leave.

Frankly, he didn’t even know why he saved you. yes you were beautiful, But he couldn’t stand people who were stupid enough to get themselves in danger.

Though what he didn’t expect was for you to grab his hand to prevent him from leaving.

“Thank you very much!” You said with sparkly eyes before hearing a clock make a sound to signal midnight.

You glanced back at him, before reaching for your pocket pulling out a pink cute band aid that you used to cover his barely bruised knuckles.

You bowed before you ran out of the place, leaving Hanma to curiously wonder if you did that to everyone you know.

He came home that night with some feelings of curiosity towards you, he hoped you could both meet again, that would mean it was fated? Right?

Well that was his belief, he stared at the Band-aid covering his hand. He treated it like some kind of memento that night; he also didn’t use that hand in hopes of not destroying it.

Mans was whipped from the first meeting.

Izana :

If you had the opportunity of being Izana’s significant other, you were probably someone he incredibly valued, and that you were!

Though you lacked the brains, you were charming enough to get his attention.

“Is that a storm or is that just night coming?” you asked as you laid on Izana’s chest, not bothering to look up to the moans and groans of pain you were hearing.

“It’s almost night time babe” He said as he cradled you away from the violence his gang committed.

To everyone else, they assumed you were just an eye-candy, a replaceable b*tch they could have once their boss was done with you.

Oh how wrong they were.

To Izana, you weren’t just some airheaded beauty that he’d have fun with. To Izana, you were the person who could solve problems in such a simple way that was idiotic to some but made sense to others.

Even though you looked like you weren’t listening, there were some instances where you would bring him just what he needed, he just felt that you knew him well.

Better than anyone he’d known, you weren’t someone that would run away with him for a life of danger and fun nor were you someone who just wanted something from him selfishly.

Loving someone and them loving you back is not love, it is a mere trade, Izana had learned that from you.

You’d tell him off if something ticks you, wear your emotions on your face unlike the numerous snakes in the pit.

He liked that he could understand you easily as well.

While he had gone out for a while, you were chilling with Kakucho as he was your assigned bodyguard when Izana wasn’t with you.

Though when he was back, you both were acting fishy.

He reached his hand out to you, To which you glanced curiously at. Before putting your chin to it, with a bright smile that could lighten up anyone’s day.

Though you did this hundreds of times to him so he wasn’t really that fazed anymore.

“Give it.” He spoke with a hint of amusement in his tone, and with a face that contained a small smile “What do you mean?” you laughed nervously as you held both of your hands back.

*Bark!* A puppy barked to which Kakucho just face palmed and looked away.

“Hehe...hehehe looks like I’m a little bit gassy today” You sweatdropped as you heard someone slap their hand somewhere on a sturdy object.

He sighed as he just reached behind you to take the dog, but you immediately acted as small furry creatures were kind of your obsession.

You raised the puppy on top of you as you tried to run away. Only managing to get a few steps before the little puppy was taken from you.

“You can’t have the puppy, we’ve been over this.” He said as you pouted, looking away from him with teary eyes.

To which he just sighed at, before he gave you the little critter back.

A squeal echoed across the place as Izana and Kakucho just watched you with smiles on their faces.

You’re gonna give that dog to some rando huh?” “Shhh, She doesn’t need to know that.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #inupi x reader #inui seishu x reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader

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big-bundle-of-little-mistakes · 2 years

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So I'm going to make a semi rant post:

Obey Me. Has so much potential. But they really don't get... HOW we feel. I don't even like Satan. But I realize it's because he comes off as rude and stiff in the story. The devilgram stories though, give him depth. That's dumb. That needs to be in the actual story. For all of them. They need real depth to their characters, not shallow throwaway gags of "haha Levi likes Ruri, Satan likes books and NOTHING ELSE ABOUT HIM IS INTERESTING AND HE DOESN'T EXIST BEYOND HE LIKES BOOKS AND DON'T PISS HIM OFF, Lucifer is always cranky and overbearing, Asmo likes to fuck people and that's it, Beel just eats and Belphegor just sleeps. That's it, that's them. That's their depth." FALSE. I just unlocked the Devilgram story "The Search for Self" with Satan. We go to an art gallery and he is talking about art and reflecting on improving who you are inside. THAT'S DEEP. It shows he is actually a very careful, calculating person. He is intellectual, and finds ways to improve himself, and this contributes to him always keeping his wrath calm. It's more than "I read books", it's "I care very deeply about finding all the facts, about self-improvement, about appreciating things for the depth they have, considering all angles and possibilities. I like the stories that art and books tell, I like to THINK. I am not unfeeling however. I appreciate the FEELINGS they give me as well."

And that's great. I actually am learning to appreciate Satan now.

I probably never would have, had I gone strictly off the main storyline.

First complaint. Give the characters actual depth and development in the story.

Second complaint, the dialogue OPTIONS.

Satan explains this art piece and the ONLY option we get is "Ah, okay." Essentially a lackluster "oh. Those were words you said. I didn't understand or care, me dumb."

Fuck that.

Give me the dialogue options of "I'm not sure I understand", "That sounds really cool!" "What a thoughtful piece, I can see the passion they put into making this!"

Levi in one of his devilgrams...

The two options were "....And?" "The story flows well so far." And if you select "and" he says "wait does this mean I can kiss you?" First off, that's not in character for Levi. Assuming he is allowed to make advances. He's too self concious and self deprecating for that. Second, it sounds rude.

It sounds like "ok, you like me. What's your point?"

And how does he even hear that "what's your point?" As "oh you like me? So, what are you gonna do about it? You gonna kiss me or something?" And even if that is what the dialogue option meant, IT STILL COMES OFF AS STANDOFFISH. WHICH I HATE. Listen, just because Levi doesn't like himself and think he doesn't deserve love, does not mean that WE think he doesn't deserve love and are lackluster in giving it to him.

Let me tell my poor self deprecating boy how much I adore and appreciate him. How much he makes me want to hug him and kiss his nose and his cheeks and watch ALL the anime with him and go to fan events and couple cosplay and that he is cute, handsome, silly, smart, and I want to be with him always.

(Granted, at the end of that devilgram, he says the script he's writing is dumb and you offer up "Why can't we be together forever?" Which is you admitting that you want to be with him but AGAIN, it's lackluster. It's the delivery that sucks. Change the fialogue to "I don't think it's dumb. I want to be with you forever" and suddenly, that's more romantic. Like I am actively pursuing him.

This is what I mean when I say the dialogue options suck. Don't get me wrong, some of the sassy ones are funny. Yes. But for the romance ones, stop giving us half assed ones. The sassy is funny for rejection. For trolling. But not for the romance options. You talked like that to someone in real life who actually liked you and you'd be called an asshole or a bitch. The romance dialogue options need to go all in. Love isn't a joke.)

Third, WHY IS THAT OUR LACKLUSTER TAKE ON IT? WHY ARE YOU NOT GIVING ME THE DIALOGUE OPTION "I'm so glad to hear that! I'm crazy about you too!"

Quit making it feel lik our only options are "oh ok" and "ew gross".

Give us the options we all genuinely want which is "let me pour my love and affection onto you I adore you so much oh my god you are so precious yes you are wonderful I love you so much"

#obey me #shall we date #suggestions for the devs #please improve the dialogue in obey me #give us actual plot in the main storyline #the meat of the game should not be found only in sidestories #shall we date leviathan #shall we date satan #obey me satan #obey me leviathan

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salami2 · 3 years

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Hello again! I'd like to request something with Korekiyo again, if you don't mind >< (I really like your writing for him I can't---) Can you please do Korekiyo comforting his S/O crying because they're in so much pain for whatever reason (having a bad day, being heavenly offended by someone close to them (maybe even by Kiyo himself somehow) or even just reflecting too much (probably everything listed in one day---))? Thank you in advance and have a nice day!

A/N: hey! this was sooo cute! sorry if I screwed this up, and sorry that it took a while ^^” hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): mentions of food, cookies, over eating, Korekiyo being such a ✨king✨ like he is, wholesome times!, him giving you some cute nicknames, “dear”, “darling”, etc.

— Korekiyo Shinguji x gn!reader - Wholesome Times —

“My dear… are you alright?”

Another dark chocolate chip cookie raised to your mouth. Popping it in for it to be the 23rd one this hour. Korekiyo started noticing after the 12th one.

“Hmmmhhgm” you replied, with a mouth stuffed full of food.

He sighed. Korekiyo put down his cooking stuff for a little bit and moved towards you, untying his apron. “Darling, what’s wrong? I know your not feeling well.”

Kiyo stared directly into your eyes with his golden irises. You tried to look away, but his gaze was too much for you.

“I don’t know what you're talking about… I’m fine.” You answered with a dead tone.

But you knew you were wrong. Not only were you having a bad day, but your boyfriend could always detect however you’re feeling. Ever since you’ve started dating.

“Your lying,” he insisted, “I know you are. My dear, it’s your choice to tell me, but as the one making dinner, I’d advise you tell me.”

Gasping, you frowned. Furrowing your eyebrows.

“That’s blackmail!” You proclaimed, crossing your arms together. “I can take it away from you. You did just eat quite a bit of cookies… and didn’t leave any for me.”

You sweat dropped. He wasn’t lying; unfortunately.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you. Truth be told, I haven’t been having the best day and I’ve been depressed and cranky. Sorry…”

It didn’t take long for Korekiyo to come into action. The young man kneeled in front of you. Staring at you once again. You blushed, questioning what he was going to do.

“Thank you for telling me. And I’m grateful you did so. I know that I can’t magically make your day better, and I’m sorry, but the least I can do is make you dinner. Things will get better, my dear, I know so.”

He stopped for a second, gazing down to the floor.

“You mean everything to me. Seeing you like this makes me upset, so please, cheer up for me…”

To say the least: you were speechless. Completely speechless. God- WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A GREAT BOYFRIEND!?

It was difficult to hide the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Taking your arm to hide your face.

“Oh god… what did I do to deserve you?” You groaned, reaching down to press a light kiss to his forehead.

“Darling, I could return the question to you.” He got up, returning to the kitchen. “Now- would you like dinner or not?”

You grunted while getting up from the couch. “Is that even a question?” You joked, making your way to the dinner table.

But seriously… you kept thinking the whole night how you wound up with someone as precious as Korekiyo Shinguji.

@salami2

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colourful-void · 3 years

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Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part One: Snowballs do not cure depression but it was worth a shot

You know that episode of Pokemon where a gym leader beats Satoshi in a battle so hard that one of his pokemon gets mildly hurt (though there's no long term effects) and because of it he becomes depressed, closing himself off from his friends before someone comes along to pull him out of that mental state, and also severe weather phenomena is involved and a reflection of a persons mental state? Or rather, the two episodes?

So when I was watching Journeys, I noticed an episode that had a similar-- but distinctly different-- plot to an xy episode I had seen before. And what was particularly interesting was that while I couldn't stand the xy episode, the journeys episode was one of my favourites. I won't drag this out for you guys, I love the journeys episode and re watch it a LOT and the xy episode sort of just leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth. and don't go claiming its solely ship bias, because i saw the xy episode first and disliked it then.

This will analyze both of these episodes, comparing them against each other. Specifically within the context of how Goh and Serena both help Satoshi through a similar situation There will be some discussion of AmourShipping and Satogou in this analysis. I'm going to be a bit negative regarding Serena's actions and the potential "romantic" weight of them here, but I want to be clear that I Do Not dislike Serena as a character. Personally, I wish the writers had given her more room to grow outside of her romantic interests, but I do not hate Serena as a character. I do, however, disagree with her actions in this episode. Please don't take this out of context and dont be ship fighting in the comments, it's boring. This is a comparison of These Two Episodes, not of Goh and Serena and their respective ships as a whole.

This part mainly focuses on the xy episode and the second will focus mainly on the journeys. It's only divided into parts because of the tumblr post limit.

(If you like the xy episode or hate the journeys episode, awesome! having your own opinions is great. these are mine though, so i hope you'll listen to them)

With that out of the way, let's start. And I'm going to use mostly japanese names here because I'm taking screencaps from the subbed japanese copies.

The set up for each of these episodes is eerily similar as pointed out in the gag at the start.

Xy has a bit more set up before the episode in question though, with the initial loss and retreat into the forest by Satoshi taking place the episode before. The episode opens up proper with Satoshi taking time to breathe to himself, alone in the forest.

Emphasis is placed on him taking a deep breath, aided by the visuals showing them (thanks cold air) and the silence of the rest of the soundscape, with the only other sounds being the wind and some bird pokemon, plus some falling snow.

Journeys Satoshi starts off in a better mental state than Xy, with the episode starting off with him jogging along with his pokemon.

However, we can still see that he's been affected by the last battle he lost, against Saitou, as he's putting a lot of effort into training and doing better.

Which, doesn't go well for him, as he loses his next two battles as well, and drops in the World Championship ranking as a result

And he's pretty upset about it too. Same thing as over in xy. In both cases, a respective friend/love interest notes that Satoshi is upset and expresses concern.

He's got support from his friends in both situations! But that support comes across in very different ways.

But, to understand how that support manages to affect Satoshi, we need to understand the problem at play.

Now, I wanna make something clear here. Satoshi's problem is not that he is a sore loser. I'm not arguing that's not a contributing factor, or that he's not upset about the loss (particularly in the world championships), He's still bitter about the lost part, but the root of the problem is not losing, he's been shown to be fine with losing (if not a bit more motivated to win now) in prior episodes.

Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are getting hurt. Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are getting hurt, because they're losing battles. Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are losing battles because he's not training them well enough. And to clarify, that's not my viewpoint, it's his. Satoshi's problem is that he's not good enough for himself, and he feels that that's something he has to fix on his own.

So how do we help him?

Our weather event in question is introduced in separate points in the episodes, but I'll cover them both now.

In xy, it's this snowstorm, which conveniently becomes a problem directly after Serena returns to the Pokemon Centre.

In journeys, it's a sandstorm! That's in near direct contrast to a snowstorm! Incredible.

Heading back to xy Satoshi, things aren't going great in the forest. Luckily, Serena's run off to find him.

I think it's of note here that Serena runs off with the best intentions, she wants to help Satoshi, plain and simple. It just sort of goes wrong along the way.

It's worth noting that Xy Satoshi tries to bring himself out of being sad by the tried and true method of "stop being sad"

Despite telling himself this, he doesn't get anywhere. Which makes sense, because it's not getting the the root of the problem. It's not even addressing it at all. He's just trying to 'be better', which isn't even a battle strategy. However, it is something I can see him saying, so this isn't a critique of Satoshi's thought process, but me pointing out that this isn't really effective. Which is supported by the narrative, because again, he doesn't get anywhere, he doesn't even move.

I can't show it in screencaps but the lights in Satoshi's eyes are shaking here, something that they consistently do throughout the series when he's feeling a particularly strong emotion. Keep that in mind. It couples well with another trait of his, and that's his hat!

And by that I mean how he hides his eyes with the brim of it when upset, something he does exactly as Serena shows up and calls out to him. Now, he's not upset that Serena is here. He's upset about the pokemon stuff still. He's trying to hide the fact that he's upset from Serena.

Serena starts off with her speech well, trying to appeal to Satoshi to let her in and talk things out. And maybe it's because he wasn't ready for it yet, or because of the way she phrases it (a lot of 'i' and 'me' language which can be helpful but can also come across as though she's making it about her. not her intent i don't think, but a possible interpretation.), it's not her fault for how Satoshi reacts regardless.

But how Satoshi reacts is not good.

Now it's really interesting to note that before this, Serena was standing while Satoshi was sitting, putting her above him in terms of active power, when it comes to how the shot is presented, but when Satoshi stands up, the camera tilts with the movement so that they're on equal level. Neat!

And Serena yells in return, scolding Satoshi for not talking about it. Not the best move, since pushing someone to talk about something that's upsetting them isn't really productive, but she's trying here and she's frustrated.

Satoshi continues to withdraw and self isolate, claiming it is his problem and that he wants to be left be. Now, this is the mindset of a clearly upset person and isolation may not be the best option, but he did make the explicit request to be left alone here.

He's clearly upset as he turns away from Serena's eye and slumps over a little.

And then Serena throws a snowball at him.

Angry as he is, you can see Satoshi's expression change when he sees Serena's reaction.

Serena tells Satoshi that she's not like the Satoshi she knows, who is always full of energy and positive and a leader, and a bunch of other positive traits. The problem here, is that Serena's looking at an idealized version of Satoshi. And while the intent here was probably meant to be something more like "you have so many wonderful traits about you I know you can do this", coupled with the snowballs and the phrasing, it seems as though Serena is scolding Satoshi for being sad.

Or rather, being angry with him for not living up to her idealized version of him, and not wanting him to express any negitave emotions.

Which is sort of a really bad mindset.

The snowballs continue, never once does Satoshi fight back. In fact, he stops arguing entirely after the first one. Serena knocks him off his feet and tells him he's not being himself, before running off. (In the english dub, Serena claims that Satoshi isn't being "the real satoshi" and then demands that the real Satoshi be "given back", so it could be worse)

Satoshi decides to literally run his problems away, because it will help him reach some kind of conclusion, and immediately trips and falls down a large hill. No, I'm not making that up. Something like this just isn't like him. He's just gotta stop being sad!

Now personally, I really disagree with the idea that "being upset" isn't "like a person". That's because based off of my own experiences, I know it can be really damaging to hold the mindset that any negative emotions you feel aren't a part of you and that you shouldn't be upset because you're usually a positive and happy person. Not the case with every person, but I personally really have a problem with shows telling children that they just shouldn't be upset instead of processing their emotions in a meaningful way. (The journeys episode doesn't do an outstanding job of it either, but this is a bit of a tangent anyway. A show that does do this right is "OK KO! Let's be Heroes" which actually deals with this problem in greater depth and does a fantastic job of it.)

But the snowball scene ends here. Now I'll get back to Journeys in a moment, but since Serena has finished her part of the comparison for the most part, I'm going to summarize a bit more of the xy episode.

Satoshi decides to literally run his problems away, because it will help him reach some kind of conclusion, and immediately trips and falls down a large hill. No, I'm not making that up.

The snowstorm kicks in, Serena get back annoyed, then similarly groans and yells, and the whole xy gang + pokemon go running off in search of Satoshi. Pikachu appears the most concerned.

Now Serena tells the others she lost her cool and said something horrible to Satoshi, but explains its because Satoshi is someone she admires. Cool motive, I get it, still kinda bad.

and in the end, it's not Serena's words that get he message across to Satoshi. The solution to this problem was Satoshi finding a way to reaffirm his abilities and instinct.

In the xy episode, he helps some pokemon out of the tree, and when his very cool frog friend shows up, they're able to work together with their bond to save this one from falling off a cliff.

Here's the point. Satoshi learns by doing, by actions. He needs to see first hand that there are ways of getting past his problems, and that it's worth having the courage to keep going. The lesson is about valuing pokemon as equals and partners, and specifically that trying to be better as the trainer alone isn't going to help.

This is essentially where this plot line ends, team rocket is there for a bit as well but as much as i love them they're not relevant here, and some fun stuff with the league, love it not important right now its like 3am and I'm not sleeping until this is finished so we gotta keep things moving.

This was no doubt Serena's intent to get a similar point, but she goes about it the wrong way. She tries to convey this with words, as conversation and motivational words have helped her in the past (Elle's words of praise stick with her, Satoshi's words from when they were kids, etc). It's a good idea, but their different ways of learning and growing from a similar situation are incompatible, and that's why things don't work out in Serena's favour. There's also still the problem of "pulling yourself together" not being helpful in this case.

There's also a very similar line in this scene to the one at the end of the journeys episode, as Satoshi says to his frog that they should start over from scratch. It's essentially the same phrase with different wording. It's great. The Storm ends as he realizes this as well! Wonderful in terms of pathetic fallacy.

The gang all reunites, its nice. Satoshi thanks Serena for what she said after apologizing to everyone, which contradicts what he said earlier but I've already established that I dislike this message here so I won't go over it too much. I guess he's right in a literal sense in that in response to her words he went and ran until he tripped off a cliff but the emotional growth here was because of his own actions (and the frogs), not Serena's. Sorry Serena, you'll get em next time.

So. What about Goh?

Well...

(Part Two here on account of image limit!!)

#pokemon #anipoke #pokeani #pokemon analysis #pokemon xy #pokemon xyz #trainer ash #trainer serena #trainer goh #i dont wanna use the amourshipping tag to put negtivity in it that seems mean #analysis #this was written in the 2-3am area but the next part was written 12 hours later so thats a neat fact #long post

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roanniom · 3 years

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Happy Friday Issa! Today I am thinking about Paterson, and what it would be like to end up on his bus one day by happenstance. It would be impossible not be smitten at first sight. I can't stop picturing the way his eyes would just bore into ours when he catches us staring in the rearview mirror. The blush that spreads over him would be just unreal. 😍🥺💜 Thanks so much for sharing nyour imagines with us!

Lovely Claire, as you know I’ve been excited to get to this one. Partly because I love Pat with all my heart and partly because I looked forward to bringing such a beautiful idea to life in that calm Paterson style. I hope you like this little story <3

Three Stops, Five Regulars, and You

Word Count: 2,152

Warnings: Really just sweetness, the slightest angst from ~yearning~

Paterson drives the same route every day. He knows the people who get on, where they board, and where they disembark. The sweet old lady who gets her groceries at the corner store on Tuesdays. The recent emigrant from Nigeria who sits in the front and practices English with the local florist as they both commute to different jobs in the same strip mall. The high school baseball player who acts rowdy in the back of the bus with his teammates until the teammates get off on Maple Street and he remains on for eight more stops, always moving to sit shyly with a girl Paterson has gathered to be the boy’s old English tutor.

But never you.

When Paterson opens his folding doors and you walk in, he is immediately struck by your newness. The way the planes of your face reflect no familiarity back onto him unsettles Paterson as you pass him by to take your seat a few rows down. He inhales the scent that wafts in your wake, trying to place it but, as with your features, he draws a blank. Freesia? Gardenia? Paterson blinks at the expanse of windshield before him in an attempt to ground himself in the here and now.

It’s a Friday afternoon, almost early evening.

He’s on 5th and Potomac.

Three more stops till he’s done with his shift.

Done to go home to a microwaved meal and a comfortable couch.

Five more regulars to get to their destination.

And you.

Paterson looks up then into the rearview mirror only to meet those unfamiliar eyes. Beautiful eyes, he registers somewhere in the back of his short-circuiting brain. Eyes that take him in through the mirror. Appraising him. He wonders what they see in him, these eyes that can’t possibly know him any more than his know you.

“Hey Pat, we outta gas or something, buddy?”

The good-natured tease comes from Ollie, the auto mechanic, sitting in his usual seat in row six. This does nothing to stop Paterson from jumping a foot into the air and muttering his apologies before clunking the bus into gear.

It takes Paterson several minutes of silent driving before he works up the courage to glance at the rearview mirror again. He argues with himself internally before he does so.

You’re probably not even looking anymore. No, it’s much more likely you’ve become engaged in polite conversation with another passenger or pulled out a book or lost yourself looking out the window, taking in the outside world with those beautiful eyes…

Or, less likely but much more anxiety-inducing, you could still be looking. Looking at the lanky bus driver with the goofy ears who stared like an idiot instead of doing his job. He kicks himself at the thought of the way he’d gaped at you. Openly and so out of character.

What he should have done was averted his eyes when you’d entered, waited a respectable amount of time, and then peered back a few times to catch a glimpse. He could have taken in the curve of your jaw, the arch of your brow, the turn of your nose, all without detection from the comfortable anonymity of the driver’s seat. Gone home and written a poem or two about the ethereal creature who’d gotten lost and found herself on his bus route, a sprite or a fairy who would disappear tomorrow like some Freesia-scented vapor, perhaps never really there to start.

But no. He’d looked. And you’d looked.

And now he looks again.

His eyes dart back to the road immediately and his pulse races.

You were looking.

Paterson takes a few deep breaths and minds a stop sign before he hazards a glance again.

Yes. Still looking.

But this time he notices the smile on your face. The lips he hadn’t noticed, being so far below your eyes as they were, your eyes which had been just about as far as he had gotten to this point. The smile is soft but amused. Your hand lifts up in a small wave and Paterson feels himself heat up all the way down to his sensible shoes. His ears burn and he brings his eyes back to the road by force of habit and in order to do his job of steering this bus full of people but for absolutely no other reason. Because now he has two different things that require his attention – your eyes and your lips. Both deserving of equal consideration.

When his eyes revisit the road he realizes the next stop is upon him. When the bus pulls to a halt and deflates down steadily to allow passengers to climb out, Pat counts the seconds with his heartbeat. Wondering if this is your stop. Knowing which stop it is for all other riders but you. Knowing Mr. McKinney will get off to see his nephew and that the kind goth boy whose name he doesn’t know is off to the library with music blaring in his ears. Paterson nods to each of them as they pass, but does not look up to see them, opting instead to stare straight ahead.

When his peripheral vision doesn’t show him your retreating figure Paterson looks up to find you still in your seat, this time sitting lower. More comfortable. But still looking. Still smiling.

Involuntarily, Paterson feels a smile spread across his own face. He closes the folding doors and shifts back into gear.

Two more stops and three more passengers.

And you.

As Paterson navigates his way into the middle lane to avoid construction, he tries to settle his racing thoughts. He’s confused by this reaction, mental, physical and otherwise. It’s not like he’s never had a pretty passenger before.

So why does your face look like nobody he’s ever seen but everything he’s ever looked for?

“What’s your favorite thing about being a bus driver?”

Paterson inhales sharply and he jerks his head around at the unfamiliar voice to see that you are now sitting in the seat directly behind him. Your smile larger than ever.

Paterson swallows thickly, searching for the first words best to say to you.

“Passengers shouldn’t move about while we’re in motion.”

Wrong words.

“So is it that? The authority?” you joke, your smile becoming more lopsided, Paterson’s thankful to be able to see. Even with you right behind him he can still see you in the rearview mirror.

“No! No I didn’t mean to…I mean it’s really not that big…we’re only going 30 –” Paterson’s stuttering is cut off by your laugh.

“Ok if not that then what is it?”

“Um, what is what?” Paterson asks, looking back up after yielding to a bicyclist.

“What’s your favorite thing about being a bus driver?”

“Oh.” Paterson looks back at the road.

He’s never really thought of it. Mainly because nobody had ever asked it before, so he hadn’t bothered to ask it of himself. But it only takes another second of thought before he has his answer.

“It’s a weird limbo.”

“Come again?” Judging by your expression this was clearly not an answer you’d anticipated.

“Being a bus driver you are part of people’s daily lives. You go with them to work, you take them home after a long day. You see them with their friends and family. Or alone.”

“I’m alone,” you point out with a nod. It’s a simple statement, as if corroborating his assessment. Paterson grins and nods.

“Exactly, you’re alone. It’s very personal, in a way. Being there for these moments in between where they are coming from and where they’re going.”

“Intimate?” you offer. Paterson feels his throat go dry as he nods again.

“Yes. Intimate.”

“But you called it limbo?”

“Well it might be intimate, but it’s from a distance. A bus driver is only a small part of someone’s day, but my passengers are my day.”

“Oh,” you exclaim, voice softer than before. “I guess I never thought about it that way.”

The next stop, the penultimate one, comes into view and Paterson eases to bus to halt. A single mother known for jogging around the park in the evenings bids Paterson good night and Ollie claps him on the back as he heads out for dinner with his kids. Upon their exit, Paterson’s eyes seek out yours in the mirror once more. Wondering again if this is the place where you get off.

You lean against the back of your chair. Still very much seated.

Still very much a passenger.

It is then, as Paterson closes the folding doors once more, that he realizes the rest of the bus is empty. This startles him, as usually there is one more regular on the bus for this last upcoming stop. A man, very quiet and not unlike himself. Though Paterson doesn’t know much about him, he’s always wondered just how similar they are. Wondered if the man who enters a residential complex across the street from this last stop also has an empty apartment waiting from him. A lukewarm meal and a cold bed.

Paterson spares a moment to wonder where the man is, feeling a tinge of hope burn through the usual pity – perhaps the man is not alone, wherever he is, and perhaps tonight his dinner will be hot.

The folding doors hiss as they close for the second to last time tonight and Paterson pulls back into traffic. A glance in the rearview mirror reminds him that, not only are you still there, but that the absence of his final regular means that you two are very much alone.

The thought makes blood pound in his ears and he finds his eyes darting between the road and the mirror, not wanting to miss a second of whatever you may do, whatever you may say.

And you don’t make him wait long.

“That man called you Pat earlier,” you say in that lilting voice. “Is your name Patrick?”

“Paterson.” He says it wearily, bracing himself for the inevitable exclamation sure to come about how his name couldn’t possibly be what he says it is because no, that’s the name of the town.

Instead he sees you nod in the mirror as if this is the most rational name he could have given. Of course his name is Paterson.

The silence that follows is heavy with a lot of things, chief among them the things he wishes he could bring himself to say. Questions mainly, ones to counter the questions you’ve lobbed at him. After a block passes he opts for a simple one.

“What do you like best about being a bus passenger?” The question is timid and he hates himself for it, but the sound of your laugh is an pleasantly unexpected reward.

“I like the bus drivers.”

Paterson laughs with you then.

“Now you’re making fun of me.”

“No, I’m not!” you say with mock offense. Paterson flexes his fingers on the steering wheel, starting to feel them tingle. Probably a symptom of a long day of driving.

Or a symptom of you.

“Ok maybe you’re not making fun of me, but there’s no way that’s your answer.”

“You’re right, maybe it’s not the bus drivers,” you say then, leaning forward to rest your chin on your arms as they fold on top of the ledge separating the first row from the driver’s seat. Paterson can practically hear your breath as you speak your next words. “Maybe I just like you.”

If Paterson hadn’t already been pulling up to the final stop he’s pretty sure he would have slammed on the breaks. When the bus eases into motionlessness, Paterson’s hand automatically opens the folding doors, something he probably wouldn’t have thought to do if the action wasn’t so tied to muscle memory at this point.

Paterson’s mind is reeling. He needs to ask you out, or at least as you your name.

But his tongue is tied and you’re standing up and reaching for your bag.

You step down the one step that brings you to the level of the driver’s seat and he gets another good look at you, eyes skittering up and down in a vain attempt to take in every detail incase this was both his first and last chance.

“Good night!” you say cheerily as you move to the door.

Paterson’s heart is sinking faster than the hydraulics on his bus when suddenly you turn around once more, almost as an after thought.

“Oh and Paterson? You were my day.”

And with that you step into the night.

Perhaps to continued tangibility.

Perhaps to vaporize into thin air.

He’s not sure which possibility scares him more.

Paterson allows himself to sit still for a few more moments, not bothering to close the folding doors so quickly this time. Allowing the cool air to flow in. Air that contains the remnants, and potential, of you.

~*~

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